Absolute Dweller Novel Novels & Stories

The light dims gradually until it feels like we’re walking into the throat of something alive until we stop at another door. Dwayne pulls out a card and swipes it. A beep, then a green light and a buzz and the door unlocks. The moment it opens, noise crashes into us. Very loud and wild. “Welcome to the world of iniquity, mate,” Dwayne says with a laugh as he steps inside. I follow, slower this time. And then I see it. The scene hits hard as flashbacks crawl up my spine. This used to be my life, the little boy that I was, waking up every day to this filth.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: WEEKLY LEADERBOARD UPDATED.] [RANK 1: SQUAD ZERO.] [CONSECUTIVE WEEKS AT RANK 1: FOUR.] A month in Sector 3 felt like waking up in a completely different universe. The grinding, suffocating anxiety of the Undercity had completely evaporated, replaced by the effortless comfort of corporate sponsorship. Ren Walker stood in the expansive, sunlit kitchen of the penthouse, pouring a cup of real, freshly brewed black coffee. The rich, earthy aroma filled the room—a scent he hadn't experienced since he was a kid.

"And after what just happened back there, they will be looking. Soon." His phone had been confiscated the day he was arrested, along with everything else that used to make up his life, and he had no idea what waited for them — whether his landlord had cleared the place out, whether Voss's people had already been through it, or whether anything of Daniel's box survived at all after everything that had happened since that night at their mother's kitchen table. The service road curved sharply, and through the rain-streaked windshield, Ryan caught his first glimpse of distant lights — an actual town, actual people living actual lives with no idea what had just happened a few miles behind them.

I still remember the first time I saw him at my house by accident. I spilled coffee on his white shirt, and he yelled at me, showing his rude attitude. That's when this man started getting on my nerves. The second time, I saw him again at my house, discussing something with James. But this time, I ignored him. As a psychiatrist I'm used to facing enough crap, but when it comes to David, it's hard to know what's going on in his big mind. I looked at his veiny hands as he turned to stare at me. I gulped nervously. David Dawson is one of the top CEOs in New York, or you could say he's a rich monster dressed in an angel suit.

she asked. Alvin smiled, ready for a kill. "I recently read this novel by a New York Times bestselling author who goes by the name AdelleX. The title of her novel is 'The Woman's Dark Secrets.' I think all women have dark secrets that they are trying hard to keep buried within the four corners of their minds. Am I right?" Briana rolled her eyes. "And does the book satisfy your craving for juicy stuff and endless drama?" Alvin looked at her, wearing a surprised expression on his face. "How did you know that I like juicy stuff?"

He said to make sure I was Ok, but I think we both knew he just wanted to look at my ass. The hike itself was level and easy but the guys still had to take breaks to let me catch up. I still felt out of sorts and didn’t like that my panties were wet and were rubbing up against my nylon shorts. I was still horny beyond belief. I wasn’t just horny because of what Daniel did to me, or rather what he didn’t do to me; but because I was walking with three godly men, alone, in the wilderness. As I was walking, I started daydreaming about my encounters with them. My time in the hot tub with Nate, the kitchen table with Oliver, and Daniel, oh God, Daniel, his tongue in my ass! I must have completely

Why was he so eager to meet me? The automobile came to a halt in the basement of a recognisable structure. I had previously visited this location. Aiden's penthouse was where he was taking me. Mr Dawson exited the car without glancing back when the chauffeur opened the door. He assumed I'd follow him. I quietly followed him. We walked across the vast lobby after the lift doors opened. As I took a step forwards, the plush blue carpet sank nearly an inch. When I entered the penthouse, Dawson was met by a well-dressed middle-aged woman, whom I assumed to be Martha, the housekeeper.

"Her name is Alicia Greyshon, she was born on Serqwet and her parents died in the war. We weren't able to trace any siblings and no known next of kin. As for why I chose her, I didn’t. She found us." The commander thought for a moment as he tried to figure out where he heard that name. Her parents must have been in the armed forces because he knew that name. What he couldn't understand was how did she make it all the way to Zebulon with no money. She must be a very resourceful person; Zebulon was cruel to newcomers who chose to visit the seedier districts of the planet. The Federation handled crime and corruption on the surface swiftly, but Zebulon was an Ecumenopolis. For centuries the Fede

Cathedra followed the two delinquents and Diane all the way to an abandoned building in the middle of an unfamiliar neighborhood. The ramshackle old building was situated miles away from the orphanage and Cathedra was getting worried that she would get in trouble for not being back by dark because she delayed setting her course for home right this moment. Nevertheless, Diane's out-of-place petite figure in the midst of rough, unruly guys strengthened Cathedra to never waver in her resolve.

―I‘ll call you in when supper‘s ready. ―Deal.‖ He closed the door and got ready to throw his snowball at the laughing boy. Epilogue And so that is how Owen Russell ended up in Omaha, Nebraska. They say some men are born for greatness, some choose greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. For Owen, he was shoved headlong into it. But he managed quite well and soon earned himself a good reputation as the deputy, though he never did match up to Irving‘s level of fame.